October 28

Moths

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When the moths no longer welcome me home

I know that winter is soon on the way

It’s sad to slip past the porch light alone

No night flying lovelies amidst the glow

Acknowledging the end of the work day

Tawny and buff with stripes of color for show

They are as compelling as the night sky

Hiding among ridges of bark by day

Emerging at night to dance as they fly

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(A Nocturna Poem)